[center][h2][color=teal]Amara 'Mara' Nguyen[/color][/h2]
[i]Location: Pool[/i][/center]

[i]'Myriam.'[/i]  That was the girl's name. She pushed herself up and Mara took a better look at her as the young woman's tresses spilled away from her face. There was a softness in her eyes; a certain weariness that clung to the very edges of her blue tinged orbs . A twinge of jealousy washed over her. [i]'This is so not the time.'[/i] Mara chided herself. They were in a strange place, surrounded by strangers and here she was being petty over someone's more [i]classic[/i] features. Shoving the stinging needles of emotion aside she was glad to see that Myriam hadn't hurt herself. Her lips parted as she went to introduce herself when the speakers cut her off-

[center][i][b]"Hello hello! This is a special announcement for those in the pool area.  You appear to be having some trouble making your way to the auditorium for the first meeting so we're sending you some help.  Please be aware that we have sealed off your abilities while our staff our present until we are comfortable you can exercise them safely in the presence of others."[/b][/i][/center]


There was that word; [i]abilities.[/i] Her eyes hadn't deceived her after all though it wasn't like Mara had time to focus on it before people began to flood into the pool room. Clad in bio-hazard gear and pushing wheelchairs sent her heart back into a tizzy. Why were they dressed like that? Where had they come from? Standing up she instinctively moved herself in front of two younger girls. She didn't know what she was going to do but she wasn't going to allow them to hurt them anymore. One of the attendants touched her arm gently and pushed her into one of the chairs. Words stammered and died behind her lips as her body offered no resistance. With frantic glances she watched them load Myrui and Myriam into their own chairs and behind to push them out the doors.  

[b]"Don't worry, we're just taking you to the auditorium. You'll find out everything soon enough."[/b] One of those pushing the wheelchairs said, their voice wheezy through the filtration mask.

This held no comfort for Mara whose fingers dug into the arms on the wheelchair. She had a thousand questions but all seemed barred out of fear. What had she thought she was going to do? It wasn't like she was big or strong but somehow she had built herself up in her mind. That she'd take charge and fight until she returned home to her family. Instead she sat quivering and on the brink of tears once again as they pushed the trio down the hall to the auditorium doors. 

They finally came to a stop before the doors and Mara sprang up from her chair, [color=teal]"Th-thanks."[/color] she muttered before bursting through the doors her movements jerky with frantic energy. There were already kids in there as Mara swept her gaze over the room. She didn't really want to sit near anyone; tears stinging the corners of her eyes. With quick, sharp steps she found a seat off to the side near the back. Her head tilted causing her pale tresses to fall before her face. She wasn't going to let them see her cry. There was too many people in here already. Crying would only make it worse.